This kind of clothing is far from new to this era, and it is far from a battle uniform that people of this era can imagine. Wearing it on Zhu Changwu can allow him to avoid the inspections of all patrol teams. With his caution and Cautiously, in a short period of time, he was three miles behind him.
When he got here, Zhu Changwu had to stop. Although it was at least five miles away from the main tent, the weeds here had long been pulled out and there was a clean, sandy land. It is extremely difficult to get close to the past.
Perhaps if it were left to Heitian, with Zhu Changwu's extraordinary military qualities, it would be possible to get closer to some of the main tents. But it was daytime, and he couldn't wait at all, so the distance of five miles was the closest he could get to Li Zicheng.
But this distance is enough for Zhu Changwu.
This time he had no intention of taking Li Zicheng's life.
Since the intruders couldn't be eliminated at once, Li Zicheng still had to keep them. Otherwise, if he dies, his men will definitely fall apart, and then they will go anywhere.
Such a result is not what Zhu Changwu wants to see. He does not want to see these intruders turn into bandits and bring more trauma to Ming Dynasty. Of course, he didn't want to go around suppressing bandits, as that would only waste too much of his time.
By keeping Li Zicheng here, the intruders will still be gathered together, which will be more conducive for him to gather together and eliminate them in the future to strengthen his own system.
Since he didn't want to kill Li Zicheng, it wouldn't matter if he was farther away.
He took a deep breath, put a piece of chocolate into his mouth, and while chewing it slowly, he held a Type 171 heavy machine gun in his hand.
Yes, you have seen The Terminator, in which Schwarzenegger holds Gatling and fires wildly, and now Zhu Changwu wants to do the same.
After hanging all the bullets on his body, Zhu Changwu took off his ghillie suit and put on a more comfortable camouflage combat uniform. Then he stood up and walked out of the grassland abruptly.
"who?"
Regarding the sudden appearance of a man in strange clothes, a patrol team quickly spotted him, and the leader instinctively shouted.
"Da-Ming-Kill-God!" After four words popped out of his mouth one by one, gunshots rang out.
Bang bang bang... bang bang bang...
With the sound of gunshots, the ten-man team on the opposite side who first spotted him quickly fell to the ground like a rice field blown down by a strong wind.
It was just a team of ten people, and they were all eliminated within five seconds. No one could stand up, and no one could stand up alone.
The sound of gunfire also represents the official start of Zhu Changwu's personal performance.
Holding the gun, he continuously fired 12.7 mm bullets, hitting a Dashun soldier who discovered him and rushed towards him. With constant communication between the mind and the system, when the magazine runs out of bullets, a new magazine will be quickly replaced to ensure the continuity of the output.
While firing the gun, he strode forward with long strides. Along the way, anyone who dared to block the way was killed by the 171-type gun.
"What's going on outside?" While waiting for news of victory from the front line in the main tent, gunfire suddenly rang out. The movement was like the firecrackers set off during the Chinese New Year, but it was obviously louder than that movement.
Li Zicheng looked confused, but someone soon gave him the answer. His nephew Li Guo, who was also the commanding general among the twenty-two generals of the fifth battalion, had already rushed into the main tent shortly after he shouted.
"King Dashun, it's bad, someone is coming to kill us."
Hearing Li Guo's answer, Li Zicheng tensed up.
After he became King Chuang, in fact, he rarely went to the battlefield in person.
After all, it was a battlefield, and accidents could happen. If a stray arrow accidentally hit you, wouldn't it be a huge loss?
Just like today, he sent many Dashun troops to surround the Ming army, but he himself was waiting for news in the main tent.
But he never expected that a Ming army would actually touch him. When he had to sigh at how different this Ming army was, Li Zicheng asked again, "How many Ming troops have come?"
"This..." Li Guo didn't know how to answer, so he had to hold out a finger.
"Ten thousand people?" Li Zicheng said incorrectly.
"No." Li Guo shook his head quickly.
Not ten thousand people? Li Zicheng thought that it couldn't be a hundred thousand people. There were not that many Ming troops in Beijing now, so he asked tentatively, "Is it a thousand people?"
"No." Li Guo shook his head again.
"Is there only a hundred people?" Li Zicheng was angry. There were not even a thousand people. What did Li Guo mean?
As if sensing Li Zicheng's displeasure, Li Guo quickly replied: "Back to King Dashun, there is only one enemy."
"Say it again?" This time it was not Li Zicheng who asked, but the three counselors staying in the main tent.
There was only one person here, and he dared to attack the main tent. Either they heard wrong, or Li Guo said it wrong.
Looking at the suspicious eyes of everyone, Li Guo had a bitter look on his face, "What I said is true, why don't you believe it."
Li Zicheng, who was familiar with his nephew's nature and knew that Li Guo would not lie, asked again, "Is there really only one person here?"
"Yes, it's just a person." Li Guo breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that Li Zicheng finally believed it.
"There was only one person, so how could there be such a big fuss?" Niu Jinxing looked puzzled.
Not all the Dashun troops were dispatched. Not to mention anything else, there were 30,000 Dashun troops who stayed in the main tent to protect Li Zicheng.
Thirty thousand troops are here. How dare one person from the other side show up? Is he here to die? And what's going on with all the noise outside?
Facing Niu Jinxing's question, Li Guo was a little embarrassed to speak, but when he saw Li Zicheng's eyes sweeping towards him, he knew that he had to answer. "That...there was indeed only one person coming, but he was holding a very powerful new firearm. He killed all our soldiers before they could rush up."
"A very powerful new firearm? It can't stop so many of us, right?" This time it was Li Yan who spoke. Obviously, he was also very dissatisfied with Li Guo's answer.
When Li Guo faced everyone's doubts, he simply refused to explain. Instead, he said, "You will know what exactly happened when you go out and take a look."
"Let's go and have a look." Li Zicheng was very curious. One person could threaten the safety of the main tent. Isn't this a fantasy? Regardless of whether others believe it or not, he won't believe it anyway.
Li Zicheng took the lead, followed by Niu Jinxing, Li Yan, Song Xiance and others, accompanied by Li Guo. Everyone left the main tent, and then the gunshots instantly became much louder.
Everyone came out of the big tent and looked far away, and all of them turned to stone immediately.
Three miles away, a somewhat blurry figure stood there. From time to time, tongues of fire could be seen shooting out. In exchange, Dashun troops rushing up one after another fell to the ground.
Everyone did not speak immediately, but after watching for a long time, Li Yan took the lead and asked, "What kind of weapon is this? How can it be so powerful?"
Obviously, this question is in vain. Everyone is the same as him, and they all seem to have no understanding.
"Is this the Ming Dynasty's secret weapon? It's so powerful." Li Zicheng then sighed. In fact, he still had one sentence he didn't say, that is, if the Dashun Army will face such a weapon in the future, then How else can we win?
Zhu Changwu, who was being watched by everyone, was firing continuously while looking towards where Li Zicheng was.
A full three miles away, with many Dashun troops separated in between, even his eyes couldn't see clearly. But Zhu Changwu's intuition told him that those people standing in front of the main tent and being praised by the stars must not be simple, and Li Zicheng might not be among them.
Since it was possible that the real master appeared, Zhu Changwu would certainly not be polite. He who was walking in no hurry just now suddenly quickened his pace and went straight to the main tent.
Some Dashun soldiers who happened to be blocking his path were instantly unlucky. Bullets poured out and hit them, and a large number of them were immediately mopped up.
"No, he is coming towards us, stop him quickly, stop him." Niu Jinxing shouted loudly with quick eyes and quick hands.
In fact, he didn't need to say it. Li Guo had already sent people to stop him, but no matter how many people rushed over, they would still get no benefit from the powerful power of the 171 style.
If someone else holds the Type 171, there may still be loopholes to find. After all, it takes time to change bullets. But when it comes to Zhu Changwu, there is no problem. The system is within him. All he needs is a thought and two breaths of time.
Every time the magazine was changed, the grenade would be thrown out one step ahead, producing a huge explosion. Before the smoke of the explosive had completely dissipated, a new magazine had been replaced.
Many Dashun troops were ordered to rush forward, just to threaten Zhu Changwu or at least change his direction. Unfortunately, it had no effect at all. He didn't even have a chance to rush in front of him, so how could he possibly threaten Zhu Changwu's safety?
Under constant machine gun fire, the surrounding area was already littered with corpses.
The bloody gas soaring into the sky scared many Dashun troops, and some of them were already intimidated. Even though the general was still giving orders, not many people listened.
"Hahaha! Li Zicheng, run away and you will die for me!"
Zhu Changwu shouted and ran straight towards the main tent. He looked extremely brave.
But only he himself knows his current physical condition.
Fighting with a gun for such a long time is really not what humans do.
